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THE EMPEROR LOVES YOU❤️
Things had been going quite well for her, extremely well that she had actually forgotten just who she was in this empire.
She had forgotten who she was to the Emperor and how so little she really meant to him.
She stared at her two aides sleeping by her side, looking tired and exhausted.
They had had about nothing to eat since the dawn hour.
She sighed softly and then tried to turn to her left.
The sharp pain that her nervous system hit her with reminded her of the aching wounds on her back.
She grunted as she tried to get into a more comfortable position once more.
She began to cry, light streams of liquids that drifted down her cheeks like a gentle autumn breeze.
She would never forget this, what she had to go through today and just who put her in that position.
This incident had been a jarring reminder that she was still nothing more than a captive, a slave who was being manipulated and hypnotized by her captor.
She couldn't really blame herself for having fallen for his antiques.
She blamed him for doing this to her without no conscience.
Oh damn the man!
He was so evil.
It had all happened exactly six long days after his departure.
She had woken up to the faint orange light of dawn.
She had sat up in bed, stretching and yawning for almost thirty minutes before lifting herself out of bed and journeying to the bedroom door.
She had opened it only to find her aides sprawled there.
Xiera had been asleep on the makeshift palette with a thick blanket over her.
Her red hair had been practically scattered messily but attractively all over the whites of the palette.
She wondered why they didn't just go to sleep on beds in rooms quite close to hers instead.
Vura had also been asleep on the ground near the door with her back to the wall.
She had had her hands resting on one knee which was folded upwards and the other stretched out on the ground.
She had woken up the instant the bedroom door had opened.
Her eyes had met her mistress' whose eyes instantly shifted to her counterpart sprawled atop a palette, wallowing in the entrancing beauty of sleep.
'My Lady, Good Sunrise to you!' she had greeted, getting to her feet.
'Good sunrise to you too Vura. I am very sorry to have awakened you,' she told the lady who shook her head a little bit sleepily at her mistress.
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